15minuteficlets: Word #79

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@ 2004-10-31 13:18:00

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Word #79
Please post a link here to your ficlet, but ficlets in comments are fine as well. If you do write the ficlet on your own page, please put the word behind an lj-cut tag (or hidden in some way), so as not to spoil anyone for the word.

Word for today is: Haunted.

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zilly14
2004-10-31 10:58 am UTC (link)

Title: Haunted
Fandom: BtVS, pre-series
Rating: G/PG
Word count: 352

"Xander, I'm scared!" whined a nine-year-old Willow as she clutched onto her friend. "I wanna go home!"

"It's okay," he cooed, petting her red hair. "Nothing's gonna happen to you. I promise."

Halloween was always a fun time for the Sunnydale kids, but this year Xander had finally convinced Willow to go to the haunted house at the high school. Xander donned a long black cape, but the plastic fangs he had worn to greet his long-time friend were in his pocket – it was too difficult to speak with them in his mouth. Willow decided to do the opposite, wearing a long purple velvet dress with a sequined crown on top of her head.

They passed by spooky mummies and insect-like monsters, with Willow screaming at the top of her lungs as Xander led her as quickly as he could to the end. The last room they approached was empty, but scary music was echoing off the walls.

"What's in here?" she stammered, squeezing the life out of Xander's hand.

"Nothing, Will. It's empty, see?"

"But the music!"

"Is meant to spook you. Look ahead, see that door? Behind that is loads of candy. You can do this, okay?"

"Don't let go of me!"

He smiled softly. "I'm here beside you, all the way."

They walked towards the door when someone jumped in front of them.

"Ahhh!" Willow screamed as she hid behind Xander.

Xander stared angrily at the man, who was also dressed as a vampire. "That's not very nice, mister."

The man just grinned devilishly, bearing realistic fangs. "It's a haunted house, kid. We're not supposed to be nice!"

"Can you let us pass? Please? My friend is really spooked out. And we're craving some delicious goodies behind that door."

"So am I," the man laughed. "I'm starving."

"That's nice. Are you done scaring us now?"

The man stepped out of the way, letting them pass. "Are you supposed to be a vampire, kid?"

"Uh... yeah. I must say, that's really cool makeup."

As the two kids exited the haunted house, the vampire chuckled, "Whoever said I was wearing makeup?"

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	bashipforever 2004-11-07 09:19 pm UTC (link)
	lol so cute! Good job (Reply to this) (Parent)

	aaronlisa 2004-11-21 05:48 pm UTC (link)
	that's so cute. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	mimerki 2004-10-31 11:37 am UTC (link)
	Original Fiction, Contact War PG She ain't gonna make it, you know. (Reply to this)

tori_siikanen
2004-10-31 05:46 pm UTC (link)

Title: To See Just Half Your Face (chapter 2)
Author:

tori_siikanen
Fandom: Biting the Sun, by Tanith Lee
Rating: PG-13
Content: body design!
Disclaimer: This is an obscure fandom, so it might not instantly click. but if you dig it, get the book. it's good. It also went on for more than 15 minutes. I got going and forgot to look at the clock.
Feedback: oh, whatever. be good, be bad.
Summary: Our protagonist laughs at the irony.
It Lives here

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	ailehtac03 2004-10-31 07:29 pm UTC (link)
	Original fiction Rating: PG For mild scariness (Although I doubt anyone younger than 7 would be on eljay) http://www.livejournal.com/users/ailehtac/815.html (Reply to this)

christ_chexx_4u
2004-10-31 10:00 pm UTC (link)

Fandom: Queer as Folk
Rating: PG (use of the f-word, vague mentionings of sex.)

~*~

When he bought the loft, Brian thought it was of a moderate size - not too big, not too small. Granted, it was larger than the apartments that most college kids his age were buying at the time, but he's always liked alot of personal space. He can work out, he can pace, he can have as many people over as he wants, without worrying about space issues. And he likes it that way.

When Justin first moved in, suddenly Brian felt as if half the square footage had suddenly evaporated. There was crap everywhere, teenage boy music blasting from his speakers, someone else in his kitchen, his bed, his bathroom. He was always tripping over something on the floor, kicking something out of the way to get to where he needed to get to. Even after he had discussed this with Justin, and the teen had begun picking up after himself, there was still the possibility that if he put something down, it wouldn't be in the same place when he went back for it.

But Justin's in Los Angeles now, and the loft is like a fucking mausoleum. The gang is constantly inviting him out - at least five days a week, he's having dinner at Deb's, or lunch with the munchers, or visiting Mikey at the store, or swinging by the diner to torment Ted and Emmett. He goes whenever he's asked, hoping that it will detract attention away from the fact that he's never at Woody's or Babylon anymore. But it doesn't.

He tells himself that he should go. He doesn't have to pick anybody up, but he knows that he should get himself out of the loft, because he despises being alone in there. He thought that he would be glad to have a bit of space back, to return to the way it once was, but the space that was once his and his alone is now haunted by Justin's absence. Against Brian's will, Justin has made the place his. And admittedly, that scares Brian a little.

Justin's not in the kitchen, making dinner for him when he's too busy working to worry about food. Justin's not lying on the couch, head swaying to whatever teeny-bopper music is coming out of his headphones. Justin's not sitting at the table sketching, occasionally looking up at his subject to flash him one of his brilliant sunshine smiles. Justin's not in the shower to wash his back. And certainly, the place where he's missed the most, Justin's not in the bed. The sex Brian can replace, albeit being unable to find anyone that satisfies him like the blonde does. But there's no one else to sling an arm over in the middle of the night, to wake up next to.

He's standing on the stairs, glaring at the unrumpled duvet, as if willing Justin to appear. Instead, the phone rings, and Brian knows before he answers that its not Justin. It's Michael, wanting to know if his best friend will join him for a round of pool at Woody's. Brian gives his stock answer: that he has far too much work. He hears Michael sigh, and knows that he's not buying it. Regardless, he hangs up the phone and makes his way over to the chest of drawers. In third drawer from the bottom, there are a few shirts that Justin didn't take with him. Brian takes one out, unfolds it, sniffs it, holds it to his chest.

All of the sudden, his head jerks up, and he glances furtively from side to side, as if afraid that someone might see him. Then he shakes his head at his own ridiculousness. Still, he makes sure to lock the front door before dropping onto the bed, the shirt still clutched in his hand. Tomorrow, he'll wash it, fold it, return it to the drawer. Maybe in a week or so, he'll get back to this point again - too empty and alone to deal. And he'll repeat the process, as he has a few times before. But it's okay. Because Justin's coming back. And that, more than the shirt, more than anything else, is what's going to get him through the day.

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Canada Haunts Me

moondispatches
2004-11-01 09:57 am UTC (link)

Canada haunts me.

It’s been five years and my life hasn’t advanced any. I’m still back at Joe’s place, drinking beer and being an ass. We’re all still friends and we all still young.

Of course, Andy’s death changed all that. We weren’t the same after that. Less people were at Joe’s less often. All the old jokes didn’t seem funny anymore. The bond that we all shared unraveled. We couldn’t recover.

Things have been pallid and gray for me since I left Canada. Whatever I do, I don’t have that sense of connection we used to have. I lack the confidence and warmth that comes with knowing that whatever happens, there is a place I can go where I fit.

So I go through the motions. I go to work, do my job, come home. And when I come home, I crack open a beer and pretend that I’m over at Joe’s with everyone else. Cracking wise, playing games, and loving each other.

I said that Canada haunts me, but really, the opposite is true. I’ve stopped living my life, and am haunting Canada.

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Possibly a V:TM fanfic but it works fully outside that universe as well

cupkeyk
2004-11-01 11:26 am UTC (link)

“I am sorry, sir, but my husband does not approve that quote. In fact, he is greatly insulted that you would think that what our company can offer could be surmised in that figure. I am sorry but we will be taking our business elsewhere.”

The fat man in his three piece pinstriped suit watched, with his tiny cup of coffee was still to his lips as the woman in black stood up from her seat and left.

He wasn't particularly distressed about her attire of pencil cut skirt on a lady's shirt, vest, tie and jacket ensemble with her black stockings, her pillbox hat with the veil. He just assumed that she must have just come from a funeral.

He thought her a bit quirky when she started to discuss things with some one. She was obviously not discussing it with herself because he saw with his own eyes the discussion unfolded and unraveled until a conclusion was made. But that did strike him odd.

He was slightly worried when she stood up to leave her chair and pulled itself away from her to give her sway to move and tucked itself neatly back in place after she has started for the door. And there, she held up her arms and her coat was put upon her shoulders by unseen hands.

He put down his cup. Without taking a sip.

He heard her sigh, “I miss you even when you are here.”

What truly worried him deeply to the spine was that her eyes were haunted by undying love.

He then tilted his head to his seneschal, “Call her back, and offer her anything she wants.”

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	christhiane 2004-11-02 03:19 am UTC (link)
	Fandom: Harry Potter Genre: General Rating: G Haunted (Reply to this)

	medie 2004-11-02 05:48 am UTC (link)
	The Ghosts That Linger Smallville AU Genderbender G (Reply to this)

	thomasina75 2004-11-02 06:57 am UTC (link)
	Solace Fandom: BtVS, S7 (Reply to this)

	HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts erised1810 2004-11-03 07:17 am UTC (link)
	17 minutes I think, ack. HNP again. read here,/a> (Reply to this) (Thread)

Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts

snapes_angel
2004-11-04 11:08 am UTC (link)

I'm jsut wondering what the story is behind this. ;-) Who did Lily and James get permission from and why? How long have they lurked in the attic and why are they there? Well, proly there to keep an eye on Harry of course and if they have a portrait of Dumbledore around or something they can send word if there's any trouvle.

Interesting thought, that. Why the closet though? o0;;

Regards,
Liz.

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Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts

erised1810
2004-11-04 03:34 pm UTC (link)

Ghosts inthe closet? skeletons? Idunno. the whole conversation part wasnt' planend atall. harr ygot jsut curios uand i said' of course m ydear why would you be confindedto 20 minutes of story if the's time left for ou to track them down?"

I wrote somethign else called' the map'. no idea how someone's lj post abouthe marauder's madn oen questioin in there coudl inspire it, but it worked just liek this. ltos of backstory to explore. I'm thinkignof combining those somehow and seeing ifanystuff comes out of it. after all they're all scenes in away, just like the harry/luna fic I wrote weeksago i n15mintueficlets,or actually i ntwo parts but still it somehow fit. nothign intentonaly to do with the amnesia one set years and years later, or somethign else harry-centric that grew when I looked atthe 15minute entry a week after I wrote it.

I' maffraid i' mcautiously subconsciously building my own universe ofthe nextthree yearsand filling up the holes. uh-oh...

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	Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts snapes_angel 2004-11-05 06:22 am UTC (link)
	Well, keep fillnig in those holes. grin It's actually very much fun. Regards, Liz. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts erised1810 2004-11-07 03:33 pm UTC (link)
	Heh...iudidfind outthat most of what i plan and stuf iwrote seems to sorto ffal ltogether in the end, hopefully. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts

snapes_angel
2004-11-08 03:46 pm UTC (link)

Heh...i did find out that most of what i plan and stuff i wrote seems to sort of fall together in the end, hopefully

You did a bit better than me then. I had planned to write Snape and Neville waking up together this week for the challenge, but Dudders spoke up instead. Pooe Severus.....

Regards,
Liz.

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	Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts erised1810 2004-11-09 01:39 am UTC (link)
	I saved that-oen to read later. Ineed amoodfor stuff like that adn last night wasnt'the one its' jstu after 10 am now so... (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts snapes_angel 2004-11-09 03:26 am UTC (link)
	10 AM huh? By some chance did you pull an all-nighter? Regards, Liz. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts erised1810 2004-11-09 07:10 am UTC (link)
	noPE. i WASN'T CLEAR ENOUGH. i HADA HEAD ACHE LAST NIGHT AND WENTTO BED EARLY. aND SO THIS MORNIGN AT 10 AM BEFORECOFFEE ANDALLI WANS'T IN THE MOOD FOR 'STRANGE' STUFF LIEK THAT. LOL1 (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts snapes_angel 2004-11-09 07:23 am UTC (link)
	Coffee..... sigh I gotta go get a cuppa now and then continue trying to write my Nano if my puter cooperates with me this time. At least today the GBXP is cooperating, since it's recharging and not beckoning with Leaf Green LOL. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts erised1810 2004-11-09 07:40 am UTC (link)
	Well you lost me on the last part... coudlyouacutal ytyr to clean yoru recycle binandother unneccesary stufffrom yoru had drive 9liekthe temporary itnernet fiels andsuch?)I've foudnthat's the most comon reason for thesthignsto jsut beslow. it also getssome necesary memory youll need to load word andstufflike that. good luck! (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts

snapes_angel
2004-11-09 07:56 am UTC (link)

could you actualy try to clean yoru recycle bin and other unneccesary stuff from yoru had drive like the temporary itnernet fiels and such?)I've foud that's the most comon reason for these things to just be slow. it also get some necesary memory youll need to load word and stuff like that.
good luck!

My computer, my own computer, is not connected to the Internet because our home network has been down for alomst a year. My own systme is jsut ancient, that's all. *grin* I have no temporary files of any sort to speak of either. It's the fragging constand defragging that gets to me. *sigh*

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	Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts erised1810 2004-11-09 10:04 am UTC (link)
	YOuknow?I'llfriend yo usoon enough.this has been fu nso far. SO you do all yoru catck-upfro mwork? I'dl iek to jump inand hel pbut i' ma ni lin the rea ltech stuff. :) (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	Re: HP, hHarry, parents, ghosts snapes_angel 2004-11-09 12:20 pm UTC (link)
	well, the latest defrag seems to be working fingers, roes andeyes crossed so I'll wait and seewhathappens. Thanks for the advice though. ;-) Regards, Liz. (Reply to this) (Parent)

world domination

druinsanity
2004-11-05 11:53 am UTC (link)

A friend told me about this comunity. So here's my first attempt at a 15 minute ficlet. Im such a slow writer lol

Anya pushed at Xander's arm next to her. "You brought me to a Bunny museum for Valentine's Day?? Xander! How could you? I'm leaving now." She turned to walk out of the room that smelled of the fluffy little creatures and felt Xander's hand grab her arm.

"An, I just think it's time we worked on this fear you have. I mean it's wierd, strange-like, and just not healthy." He pulled her around to face him. "I mean what can it hurt? Just a few little bunnies."

Tara and Willow walked up behind her holding hands and giggleing about some secret they had. "Bunnies are cute Anya." Willow started. "Look at them, all cute and cuddley. Makes me want to take one home."

Anya took a step back and looked at the three in front of he in disbelief. "Am I the only one here who is not diluded by these... things? We are talking about world domination people! Millions of bunnies having sex and multiplying over and over, a million times over, untill one day we look up and they have taken over everything." She crossed her arms across her chest and gave her best pout. "But by all means, take the overly sexed creatures home. Let them live in your homes! Feed them! What can it hurt, right?'

Anya turned on her heel and stalked out of the museum calling over her shoulder. "Thanks for the Valentine's Day Xander!"

Tara looked at the group "M-maybe this wasn't such a good idea." She and Willow walked out of the museum after Anya.

"Not a good idea huh? You could have told me that BEFORE we came here." He stood alone in the museum, walked over to one of the cages and taped on the glass. "Hey there little guy...girl... whatever. So what are your views on world domination?"

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lilypeters
2004-11-07 07:32 am UTC (link)

Title:Haunted
Author: Roxy Parkington
Fandom: Pokemon

Even now, as I walk the shores of the beach, you still haunt me. As many times as I have wished you to be here, for once in my life I want your face to leave me alone. You were my idol, the maiden in the Festival of the Island Elements that everyone adored. I stood in your shadow as I watched you tell the island legend through your dancing, waiting for the day when I would put the crowd of tourists under a magical spell so much like yours. All of us, the villagers, Dad, me...we all assumed you'd dance like that forever.

You were sixteen and I was merely twelve when our relationship as sisters changed forever. You met him, a mainlander from Johto whose only intent seemed to be to steal you away. You were happy with him, but it hurt me when I spied on you because I knew you were slowly drifting away from us forever. When you ran away with him, as most lovesick teenagers do, they pretended you were dead, nonexisistant even. I remembered you and I still do; my heart would be more at ease if they would finally admit that you are alive. I can't deny it, and one day they'll reach the same conclusion that I have.

"Karol, come on in, Dad says it's time for dinner!" Melody calls, startling me back into reality. Though she may be gifted with an acid tongue at times, she's still innocent and lucky that she never knew you. You hurt us, you hurt all of us...but most of all you hurt me the most.

I turn and start my slow walk back to the warm lights of the house. No matter where I go, you still haunt me...Lydia Rose.

~Roxy~

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Kinda late but oh well

bashipforever
2004-11-07 09:17 pm UTC (link)

Here's my contribution
Title: Living
Fandom: Btvs
Summary: Season 3 PRe Beauty and the Beast

Title: Living
Rated: G
Summary: Season 3 pre Beauty and the Beasts. Written for 15minuteficlets. The word was Haunted.

She had thought it would be better here at home. There was more to distract her, school, her friends, slaying. It wasn’t. He haunted her everywhere. He was in the library, the cemeteries, the Bronze and worst of all in her window at night. She’d wake up in a cold sweat and look to the window, expecting him to be there, lurking in the shadows and watching over her sleep.

He never was.

So she did the only thing she could. She smiled. She slayed. She pretended that it was okay that she’d sent her lover to Hell. It hurt that they all bought it. Willow wanted her to date again. She was still dealing with the fact that her heart was still beating. She thought it would stop. It was squeezed so tight that she didn’t know how it kept up its thumpity thumping.

The most excruciating pain came at night, either in her nightmares or in the nightmare of waking up and discovering the dreams she had about Angel weren’t real. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t there because she’d killed him. She’d taken a sword, shoved it into his gut and twisted, sending him to Hell for eternity.

She never did go back to sleep after those dreams. She would get up, get dressed and creep out of the house. Her footsteps would lead her to his old apartment. She’d broken the lock weeks ago. There was nothing left inside of the small room, just dust and memories. It was the memories that were important. She’d lain on the floor where his bed had been and remember that once upon a time Angelus hadn’t existed. Once upon a time she hadn’t sent Angel to Hell.

His haunting was killing her. She considered finishing the job; even tried a time or two, but she couldn’t do it. She knew another slayer would be called. They’d been over that a time or two. She didn’t want to live, but Buffy wasn’t ready to die yet and if she wasn’t ready to die then she had to make a better show of living.

The mansion was dusty. She hadn’t been back there since that day. Acathla was gone and she wondered if Giles had gotten rid of him or if he’d just disappeared. She traced the ghosts of their battle through the courtyard into the great room. Tears flooded her eyes. She knew exactly where they’d stood. Where she’d kissed him last, told him she loved him. He’d closed his eyes because she’d asked. He hadn’t doubted, he hadn’t wondered. He’d just closed his eyes because she couldn’t stand to see the look in them when she sent him to Hell.

Buffy crouched down, her fingers caressing the cold stone of the floor. She laid the ring on the floor with the greatest care, paused a moment and then turned to walk away.

She had to get on with the living she reminded herself. A tingle hit the base of her spine; the same tingle that told her Angel was near. A soft smile touched her lips. Maybe he wanted her to live too.

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najuk
2004-11-08 05:50 pm UTC (link)

Sorry, this is terrible but it's nearly 2am and I need some relief from essay writing.

Fandom: The Wizard of Oz
Title: Wonder

For the rest of life Dorothy Gale was never sure what happened that day in the tornado.
She was able to picture every detail clearly, there was not a single moment where she thought she had lost consciousness, not when she left Professor Marvel’s caravan, nor as she was running back towards the farmhouse, nor as she shut herself inside the house. Uncle Henry said she had a bump on her head which must have knocked her out but she only remembered something falling on her - but it hadn't been heavy at all - and then closing her eyes momentarily as the house began to rise up from the ground, pitching in the wind and making her feel queasy inside.
She clearly remembered seeing Miss Gulch riding past on her bicycle and seeing a witch. She knew exactly what she had seen as if she had seen it only seconds before. She remembered the wash of colour that seemed to flood into the house when she opened the door of the house and stepped out into Munchkin Land and from then on she could remember everything perfectly, Glinda floating down to her from above, the Munchkins popping out of the ground, the Wicked Witch scaring her half to death, meeting Scarecrow, Tinman and Lion each in turn and each of them joining them on the way to the Emerald City.
However, despite her crystal clear memory of everything Dorothy was still never quite certain whether or not it really happened. When she had returned herself to Kansas Aunt Em’s face was so full of fear that it only seemed natural to give the most reassuring answer that she had been having a dream. She had seen Hickory, Zeke and Hunk at the window and included them in the story because it seemed so ... right.
She had no proof that she had ever been to Oz except for her precise and unfaded memories of every single sensation she ever experienced in her time there, but when she returned there had not been a single strand of Lion’s hair on her dress nor a stray straw from Scarecrow’s stuffing, nor a fleck of rust or stain of oil from the Tinman's poor joints.
Somedays she believed Uncle Henry that she had become unconscious and dreamt the whole thing but then somedays she would watch Hickory and Zeke sneaking up on Hunk as he fed the pigs and she would begin to wonder …

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	Confront redwolfoz 2004-11-10 04:13 am UTC (link)
	( Confront ) — original (Reply to this)

	wordsaremyfaith 2004-11-11 09:31 pm UTC (link)
	I wrote two ficlets for this - the first one's het, which I just don't.write.ever. So the second was to make up for it. Anyway, they're both in The OC fandom, and they can both be found here. First one is SethSummer, second is SethRyan. (Reply to this)

	A late entry gothicmuse 2004-11-18 08:19 pm UTC (link)
	Name: Untitled Fandom: Original Rating: pg Words:399 Click To Read (Reply to this)

	very late entry... starlit_desires 2004-11-21 07:14 pm UTC (link)
	Title: The Haunting of Angel Author: Sweetness (aaronlisa@gmail.com) Rating: PG-13 Fandom: Buffyverse the rest can be found here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/starlit_desires/18773.html (Reply to this)

	Behind, as usual. lady_smith 2004-11-23 01:34 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Revelation Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: G Synopsis: At the beginning of sixth year, Hermione notices something odd... The sequel to "A Father's Duty", but stands alone fine. (Reply to this)

	firecat 2005-01-03 05:57 pm UTC (link)
	I'm very late with this, but here it is. No title or fandom. Rating: G for no sex, but a tiny bit scary, or I hope so anyway. (PS: Huh? LJ's spell checker doesn't recognize the word "fandom"?!) (Reply to this)

	tarma 2005-04-23 02:44 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Haunting Bond Author: Haruka tarma Fandom: Loveless Rated: PG-13 (Reply to this)

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